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Gagarin Meets Veles
Yuri Alekseevich Gagarin was surrounded by complete darkness. Slowly, he started noticing millions of tiny flames appear around him, although he had a feeling that those flames had already been there for a long time. They seemed familiar, and in an instant, he realized that they were stars. It seemed to him that the instant had lasted just short of an eternity, time during which the cosmonaut was trying to remember who he was and what he was doing. Before he could finish, however, he witnessed a very bizarre sight – right in front of him, about ten steps away, there was an unknown human silhou...
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When Anya wakes up it's still dark outside but she gets out of bed anyway, she has things to do and they need to be done quickly. She spends the time before dawn collecting wood and kneading dough, prepwww.onedoor.ccaring all the little details of her daily chores long before anyone else in the village is awake. By the time dawn breaks she has finished everything required of her and returns to the cottage in time to join her family for breakfast. Aaron, her younger brother, is making a nuisance of himself by running around the small room bumping into things. Anya loves him, she doesn't understand him at all...
Book Wyrm
As the last parent and her child left through the great glass doors of the Oakreach Library, Ms. Griffith took a deep breath. It was a good day, a productive day. Now that the summer programs have started up, attendance has almost doubled within the week. It warmed her heart that children still found solace and adventure within the pages of a good book. The more children read, the more books they will take out, and eventually, the more books that need to be shelved. But this was not a problem- not for a book lover. However, if Ms. Griffith wished to get home before dark, she was going to need ...
The Green City
The morning mist was clearing but the passing cars still had their sidelights on. I wondered where everybody was going and to what worlds of work they were heading, I imagined most would spend a day staring at a computer screen. There was a moment when I felt a tinge of guilt, a slight regret maybe, but I gave it to the wind, let it drift away and into the head of some other poor victim. I'd earned my retirement after all and I was determined not to become a casualty of boredom.My late morning stroll was tainted somewhat by the cheerless atmosphere of the waking city. The streets had a hung-o...